She runs to the balcony

Misty noticed a doorway leading to the balcony, and started sprinting. Her large breasts and ass jiggled as she ran. She blushed as she remembered her state of dress, and thrust her arms over her breasts and crotch, mid-run, in an attempt to cover up her bits.

“Oh, shit.” She said as she stepped out onto the balcony, “how the hell do I get down from here?”

Unfortunately for Misty; there were no stairs leading down to the ground. The only way she could get down, was if she decided to jump off the balcony where the bannister was broken. She turned to face the Hellhound, and started to chuckle. “Nice doggy, good doggy.” She said as she backed away. She stopped backing up, and squealed. She realized she was now teetering on the edge of the balcony. The Hellhound lunged at her; she squealed again, and stepped back. She closed her eyes, and braced herself for landing.

“Ack!” She screamed as she felt fabric bury itself her crotch. Misty opened her eyes, and looked up, only to find that her underwear had caught on the balcony. She blushed, as her large, freckled ass was now fully exposed.

Her embarrassment was interrupted by the sound of howling below her. She looked down to the ground, and whimpered when she saw that the Hellhound was back. “Stuhlinger? Marlton? Russman? Is anybody there?” She shouted as the dog leaped up at her, and gnashed its jaws. Misty yelped as it leaped again, and again, and again. Each time it leaped, it got a little bit closer. On the fifth leap, the Hellhound finally got its jaws on something.

Misty’s eyes widened as she saw the dog bite into her bra. “Oh, god.” She whined. She felt the fabric in her crotch tighten, as the dog’s weight had pulled Misty slightly closer to the ground. Misty bit her lip, and prayed for the dog to let go. After a few seconds, her prayers were answered, and the dog fell to the ground.

“Gah!” She screamed, as her large, now bare, breasts were jiggling out in the open, her soft, pink nipples starting to respond to the brisk, night air. She hung her head in defeat, not even bothering to cover them.

“Misty?” A voice called out.

Misty’s head shot up. “Please don’t be Marlton, pleade don’t be Marlton.” She muttered, blushing even more at the thought of her crush seeing her like this.

The dog exploded, and the sound of a gunshot rang out from somewhere nearby.

Misty shut her eyes as she heard footsteps approach her.

“Oh my god.” Marlton’s voice said from below.

Misty groaned, but opened her eyes. “Heyyy,” she said, “how’s it going?” She grinned sheepishly as Marlton stared up at her breasts.

Marlton said nothing, mesmermized by Misty’s swaying breasts.

“Hey! This ain’t now peep show!” She shouted, now slightly agitated.

“Oh, right.” Marlton stuttered, absentmindedly, “I’ll go find a way to pull you up.”

Just as Marlton was about to walk into the house, the sound of tearing fabric filled the air.

Misty’s eyes widened, and she looked up. Her near invincible underwear was about to reach its breaking point.

Marlton stepped away from the house, and stood under Misty. “Don’t worry, I’ll catch you.”

She shifted her view back to Marlton. She started to stutter, her face now fully red.

At that moment, the fabric snapped, and she fell into Marlton’s arms, squealing. Groaning, Misty stood up. She extended her hand to Marlton, who reached out and grabbed hold of her hand.

“You okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, I think s-“ Marlton was about to say before getting distracted by something.

“What?” She asked, forgetting how exposed she was. Misty lowered her gaze, and screamed. She thrust her arms across her chest in a futile effort to contain her large, jiggling breasts.

“Um, you might want to also-“ Marlton said, gesturing towards her crotch.

She froze, then slowly looked down.

“Eep!” She squealed, thrusting her hands down to cover her hairless, pink pussy. Her knees turned inward, and she bit her lip. “Oop.” She said, remembering that her breasts were now uncovered, again. She shot one of her arms up, and draped it over her rack.

“Maybe we should get you some clothes.” Marlton said. He blushed slightly, and averted his gaze.

“Yep.” She squeaked. Her voice almost high enough to shatter glass.

Marlton nodded, and started walking. Misty hung her head in shame, and followed him.